Luyện nghe bài hát We Don't Care

Yeah, the foundation, LGP
Latin's goin' baby
yeah, yeah
Year 2000, Terror Squadians, Terror
You won't like me I'm angry
We rock the and
I guarantee you, you like me when I'm angry
Yeah, yeah, yeah Terror
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
We the party and

Yeah! I the club up, pull up in the Hummer with Pun
My brother, makin' motherfuckers run for cover
The runner son, I'm nothin' but a hustler
Burnin' rubber with drugs, stuffed up in the
Shut the fuck up! Bust a slug through jugular
Plus suckers get fucked up with golf clubs, front on us
T.S. baby, straight out the B.X.
So if they B.S., we deeper the U.S. navy

You ain't crazy, laid up in the club like
With all the ladies, us nothin' but love
Guzzlin' 80, proof to truth, to the gut
In a Mercedes, fucked up doin' a buck
If chase me, I'm cuttin' off trucks, pressin' my luck
It's all gravy, puffin' the blunt, it up
Maybe you hate me, 'cause your mom's on my nuts
She wanna rape me because I'm sexy as fuck, so nigga what?

Tear the club up 'cause we don't
Everybody strip, yeah we don't
Shoot the up yeah, we don't care, nuh-ah
We care, nuh-ah! We don't care!! Nahhhahh!
Yeah, we don't care, T
Yeah, we don't care, you nigga
Nah we don't care,
We care, nuh-ah! We don't care!! Nahhhahh!

Yo, I'm livin' in mansions, give me the props
I got to it
Loadin' and bustin' a mac, did shit in the
Was grabbin' the girls on they
Duck the mac hits or be dead before your body falls
'Cause when my roars we ignore Guiliani laws
My trigger got no heart nigga, I'm blowin apart
And holdin' the glocks, call to the cops, blowin' the

Baby better head for the hills, my niggaz wild for the
My lead ready to peel this shit real
My clip fillity fill your chick with a
My dick to kill, we fittin' to ill
No survivors, frozen Godivas or roses and
the grapes for those opposin' the Squaders
Thrown in the garbage, funky pajamas, word to my junkie mama
I'ma keep it funky for homies tomorrow

You with scholars, street knowledge
Carter kids to the projects
Go ahead keep that mall
And me and gon' keep doublin' our chips
Keep talkin' dumb shit like you want it
Yeah when are you gonna buck
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Tear the club up we don't care
Everybody strip, yeah we care
Shoot the place up, we don't care,
We don't care, nuh-ah! We care!! Nahhhahh!
Now we care, T Squaders
Now we don't care, fuck you
We don't care,
We don't care, nuh-ah! We care!! Nahhhahh!

Yeah, Big
Cuban link, Terror
Y'all wanna Gon' party our way
goes
The of the streets, what what?